Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Dave and I have had a few conversations over the years about Santa. To Santa or Not to Santa. And neither of us feel particularly strongly about it. Either way.
I like the idea To Santa because I feel like Santa is nice part of our culture. And we are raising little Americans that will go to school with other little Americans that will believe in Santa. And I think sharing that kind of thing with your friends is a wonderful part of childhood.
I like the idea Not to Santa because it just feels awkward to me. "Santa's watching! You better be a good little boy!" Or "Santa gave you that!" It's not that I'm against lying to my kids...though I imagine my husband feels strongly about NOT lying to our kids (hey! What's a little white lie? They are even kinda fun!)...it's more that the Santa thing just feels forced.
Andrew and I are reading The Polar Express in Mommy School this week. I absolutely love this book. It's illustrations are stunning. The language is practically poetry. My favorite part is on the next to the last page when the Mom and Dad can't hear the ringing of Santa's bell because they don't believe in Santa. I get goosebumps. Every time. It's written so beautifully and it's just a good story. And after reading the book I feel strongly that I want to believe in Santa.
Andrew will just have to make up his own mind.